You are my sin uncrowned poem

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Fog, thunder, and heavy rain, they follow Sam like loyal servants, but they will not hurt Sam, nor will they hurt Dean.The demons followed suit, and the black smoke receded from Nosy parish, taking away the dark clouds and leaving the fine weather.

Then came the Holy Knights.

Whoever the demon lord is, it is their duty to destroy the demons.

The Winchester family fief is in another parish adjacent to the parish of Northey. The Winchester family is an old aristocracy that has lasted for many generations. Even though the country's political system has now been changed to a unity of politics and religion, the Pope generously did not take back the fiefs of the old aristocrats.

It took some time to get home. Dean's situation is still not good, but fortunately, he gradually listens to Sam's words and responds to his words, and those reactions are the same as he used to be-like he has been cut off from the world. In his own new world, there are only him and Sam, and only when facing Sam can he change back to the original Dean.

Sam told Dean everything.

Sam tagged him.

Sam became a demon lord.

Pain penetrated Dean's body like a mist, clinging to his soul, drenched in icy cold with willfulness.

Those prophecies about "destiny" were all fulfilled, and he still failed to help Sam escape from fate in the end-even he, as the famine knight said, was the one who pushed Sam into the abyss, as if all the meaning of his existence was to keep Sam Leading to the edge of "incest", and finally pulling him to fall together.

Dean hated himself for being weak and incompetent, his heart throbbed with severe pain as if being cut, and his soul wailed in his skin.But the more it was like this, the sadder and more painful it was, the more he longed for Sam, the distant voice in the hollow encouraged him, let him hug Sam, cling to him, kiss him, they should make love.

Sam's smell burned him all over.

Sam also knows the power of truth, but he can't lie.The Paladins are still chasing after them. Whenever Sam is in danger, Dean will fall into his indifferent state again. He sees him as his own child's Bobby.Bloodmarks made Dean addicted to the thrill of killing and conquering, but every time, Sam would stop him.

Because that's not what Dean really wanted.

Dean wouldn't be glad his comrade died at his hands.

Sam didn't want Dean's soul to be bitter, he didn't want Dean's soul to be broken.

He has always carefully suppressed his own power. As time goes by, he can finally control these dangerous forces freely. He will not touch anyone's thread of fate, nor will he plunder anyone's soul—even though he never Since the day of awakening, the hunger for soul has been tormenting him.

Only once, though, did he hear murderous intent for Dean burst out of hundreds of whispers.

He and Dean were not innocent.

But if he had to choose, he would definitely choose Dean without hesitation.

Only that time he let the demons following him surround the paladin, and in the thick black smoke, he saw the astonished eyes of Bobby and Chuck.It made him feel deeply guilty, like he was acting ashamed in Dean's place, that he had let Dean betray Bobby and Chuck without knowing it.

It's like betraying your father and brother.

This time, Sam would make it impossible for the paladins to regroup and pursue them for a long time.

"Let's go back." Sam grabbed Dean's arm, took the sword in his hand, and led him away.

They finally returned to their fief, back to the manor.The servants had already been sent away by Dean who had left home, and the garden that was once meticulously tended by the gardener was now engulfed by half-human tall weeds, and vines covered the outer walls of the castle.Cobwebs covered every corner, and the empty castle was full of dust and silence.

"Hey, Dean." Sam called his brother's name, and Dean looked around their former home as he did, maybe thinking of his father and mother suddenly, Dean had a sad expression on his face.But he quickly hid those emotions, stretched out his hand to wipe the table, and licked the dust on his fingertips. He pursed his mouth and turned to Sam and said, "It seems that we won't be able to sleep for the next month."

Sam thought Dean was exaggerating.

--He just didn't expect Dean to be so lazy, he leaned against the wall after cleaning himself and lazily, and directed him to run around cheekily.But those disguises Sam can still see through at a glance, the pain never left Dean, they pierced into Dean's body like icicles, and even if they melted, they would melt into Dean's blood and bones.

Sam just pretended that he didn't know anything, didn't show any pain or worry, just pretended to be dissatisfied and threw down the broom in his hand, hugged Dean covered in dust, bowed his head and kissed him. Dean always resisted subconsciously, but he couldn't resist Sam, or rather, he couldn't resist his own heavy instincts - only Sam could fill his bottomless crack.

Holding Sam's neck, Dean's tattoos ached again. Sam kissed him slowly as he pushed his legs up, reached into his pants and took hold of his condom. Dean was pinned against the wall by Sam, hard as Sam leaned in.Their bodies pressed against each other, rubbing against each other, Sam's cock pressed against Dean's hole through the fabric, and Dean gasped, reaching out and trying to peel off Sam's pants.

Dean felt novelty.

Alphas don't like being pressed and inserted by others, it's painful and humiliating.But now he became different, he was marked by Sam, Alpha was still Alpha, but when Sam approached, he became unbearably hard, and even the hole behind him shrank sensitively.

Like expecting Sam to stuff his huge cock into his narrow hole.

fuck him.

The long association made Dean moan uncontrollably. He stretched out his hips and rubbed his cock against Sam's hand, pressing his sensitive front end to Sam's palm from time to time, and then there was another moan, a heavy gasp.

Sam licks Dean's neck, pulls down his pants, and squeezes his precum-stained fingers into the cunt behind him, stretching him roughly. Dean rocks his hips slowly, masturbating to himself as he relaxes to allow Sam's fingers to sink deeper into him.

But even so he couldn't wait another second.

Grabbing Sam's clothes, he turned his head and bit Sam's hair, muffled "fuck me".He repeated, breathing more and more heavily.

And then Sam heard whispers from Dean's soul again.

There is still only that simple sentence.

One is his name.

The other is an urgent request.

Sam bit Dean's neck, took out his penis, pressed the head of his penis against Dean's hole and rubbed it, and then pushed it hard in one breath. Dean clasped Sam's shoulders tightly in pain, but his legs actively wrapped around his waist.The genitals filled the inner wall, rubbing and crushing.The gland was punctured, and Dean's body tensed suddenly, the pleasure spread like blood in clear water in the pain, he moaned, but he whispered to Sam unsatisfied.

"Shh." Sam slowly licked Dean's earlobe, moaning sexy in his ear as well.His breath hits Dean's ear, the tip of his tongue burrowing into Dean's earhole.

"I'll satisfy you," he said, grabbing Dean's hips and pushing harder.

The softness spread from the heels of his legs, and Dean subconsciously tightened his toes, feeling like a lonely boat about to capsize in the huge waves of pleasure.He's still gripping his cock, Sam's breathing ringing in his ears, it's more embarrassing than any dirty words, but at the same time, the pleasure is clearer.

"Pull your clothes up." Sam kissed the tip of Dean's ear, and he tried to put one hand on Dean's waist, pressing Dean against the wall with his own weight. Dean made a muffled nasal sound involuntarily, reached out and pulled his clothes up a bit.

"A little bit higher..." Sam said, swallowing suddenly and confusedly.He didn't know if he'd poked a sensitive spot in Dean, and Dean screamed, his insides contracting even more, wrapping around his cock more and more hungrily.

Indulging in the intense pleasure, Dean barely heard Sam's words, but he pulled the shirt up again until the hem was lifted above the collarbone.

Sam's hands run up against Dean's sweaty side, sliding over the side ribs, before pinching Dean's nipples tightly.

Dean screamed again.He clenched his clothes in confusion, and the hand holding his penis was just blocked at the front.The knots at the root swelled and he shuddered at the euphoric pain of his nipples as he cummed on his hands.

Sam liked the way Dean came.It made him look erotic, out of place as a paladin.He loved Dean so much because of him, and lowered his head, he kissed Dean.The huge knot stretched Dean's insides open, and Dean moaned vaguely in the aftertaste of his orgasm, his waist swaying involuntarily until Sam shot all of his cum inside him.

TBC